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A person can’t hide their sins. Even behind closed eyes. For they tattoo themselves upon the face just as the clouds tattoo the skies.
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Every angry word spoken
Every mean thought imagined -
Dwelling, my rage had laid dormant.
Still, I would never forget all the sorrow and grief your ignorance caused.by Manic Reverie 19 lines, 3 comments, on Apr 5 2:15 PM. In anger, hate, past, personal, wrath, fight, inner demons -
And my mirror-box face reflects your world of hate,
Control freaks shattering the impressionistic painting
Of the American Dream should-b -
Vengeance is mine
I will be avenged -
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Anger
That's my middle name -
There is a haunted locus on a desinent path
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"i was meant for so much more!" i shout at you, lying on the floor.
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This poem reflects my thoughts on today's violence and the short fuse of humans.
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Your making this harder on me, than it really needs to be. I need to know....Do you love me so? or is this just a game
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((this is some lame shiti made up at random while zoning off i9n class. lol))
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Stood in front of you I'm trembling,
Not with fear, but with pure rage,by Georgia La Mariposa 44 lines, 2 comments, on Oct 19 5:27 AM 2007. In Wrath, Hatred, Venting, Seeing Red -
Did you ever see this coming?
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The ecstasy of a righteous rage is like drops of life filling me to my frame. / Unbound fury burning like a blissful flame / caressing me like a lullaby / and leaving me in a childlike daze. /
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I don't know when it began. / I don't know where it comes from. / It's builds up more than it does for everyone. / I know there's no one like me. / Although I'd like to kill this ragious person...I know it's what
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I don't know when it began. / I don't know where it comes from. / It's builds up more than it does for everyone. / I know there's no one like me. / Although I'd like to kill this ragious person...I know it's what
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Whips won't do no good;
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Based on the Longfellow quote: • "A torn jacket is soon mended; but hard words bruise the heart of a child." -True memories of abuseby FollowingFate 47 lines, 8 comments, on Feb 21 12:06 PM 2007. In Contest Poem, Child Abuse, True Memories, Sad, Personal, Wrath, Hatred, Descriptive
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Theres nothing worth to see
This hate will not subside. -
In the dawn of time,
The era of ryhme, -
she said 'your existence triggers this sort of insanity
im not okay if i know youre alive
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